Masochist

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I’ve reached theĀ edge
Pain stained our bed
My head tossed and turned
Hatred have surged

In my peripheral vision
I could feel the tension
Filled with apprehension
Am I in delusion?

We’re the air we breath
The song we sing
The games we play
Now our hearts, gone astray

Just a mere speck
We failed to speak
Our love gone weak
Life went adrift

Our wounds are deep
And chance is bleak
But let’s wait some weeks
Paint the scars with our kiss